The blind girl is called a saint with a sword!

Amidst the chaos, she suddenly sensed a strange presence.

"There are masters too!"

Suddenly, a black-clad figure, completely covered except for his eyes, emerged from beneath the river.

The man in black ignored everyone and rushed straight towards the corpses of the Daoist Master and Yun Guixu on the ship.

He arrived too suddenly and too fast, so fast that even though Yu Shen and the others had seen him, they didn't have time to stop him.

Just as he was about to seize the corpses of Daozhu and Yun Guixu, in a moment of extreme danger, an ancient longsword engraved with cloud patterns suddenly appeared from the side.

With a simple, unremarkable swing of the longsword, the man was sent flying.

The newcomer stood on the railing at the bow of the boat, staring intently at An Qingwan, who was holding a sword across her face.

"Grandmaster?"

"Grandmaster?"

The two spoke almost at the same time.

For a moment, everyone was stunned.

Grandmaster?

An Qingwan is a Grandmaster, and this man in black is also a Grandmaster?

An Qingwan had already gathered all her strength.

There are only so many grandmasters in the world. Which one is this person?

An Qingwan asked, "Who exactly are you?"

The visitor said, "You don't need to know."

An Qingwan sneered, "Since you're unwilling to talk, then I'll personally remove the cloth from your face!"

Although she has only just entered the Grandmaster realm, her internal strength is already divine. Anyone who treats her as an ordinary Grandmaster will suffer greatly!

One, three, five, one force can break through all laws [3k]

Jie Jie Jie!

A sinister, shrill laugh echoed across the great river.

The laughter sounded like the hooting of an owl, instilling a sense of dread in those who heard it.

Amidst the laughter, the attacker, who had wrapped himself up like a lump of black charcoal, suddenly vanished, as if he had shattered into countless droplets of water vapor, merging into the thick fog that had been stirred up by the previous battle.

He is nowhere, yet he is everywhere.

Faced with this bizarre scene, An Qingwan showed no sign of panic.

—After all, she can't see.

Even if she could see it, An Qingwan wouldn't panic.

For her now, such methods are nothing.

She was already capable of seeing through illusions, and with the aid of the extraordinary aura-observing technique of the Emperor, any ghostly movements or illusions were nothing but trifles in front of her.

No matter which way the wind blows, she remains unmoved.

This is what is meant by the demeanor of a master.

But just because An Qingwan can stand firm doesn't mean that others can.

Today's turmoil has shaken everyone present.

How could Pujindu accommodate so many grandmasters in a single day?

"What the hell does this happen?"

Yu Shen stared in shock at his daughter, Yu Miaozhen, who was walking gracefully towards him.

Other people around also looked over.

They had met An Qingwan not long ago, and at that time An Qingwan clearly stated that she was not a Grandmaster. After thinking about it carefully, they also felt that An Qingwan could not be considered a Grandmaster.

But now, less than ten days have passed, how come An Qingwan has completely shown the demeanor of a Grandmaster?

Yu Miaozhen hurriedly explained what had happened three days ago.

Everyone was amazed to hear that An Qingwan had attained enlightenment directly after sparring with the Dao Master.

Shen Ruiqing was particularly moved by this.

Just now, he had also glimpsed the path of a grandmaster from the sword that the Dao Lord had lent him, and now he had the possibility of becoming a grandmaster.

"Since the goddess has indeed become a grandmaster, then we should not worry about the bodies of the Dao Lord and that demon of the Great Bright Cult being taken away."

"Why did that person want to take the body? Who was that person?"

"I can't tell. I've never seen that person's martial arts before. Master Yu, have you seen it before?"

"Never."

Neither Yu Shen, Han Peng, Xuanjing Tianshi, nor any of the experts in the palace could recognize the dark figure.

But now is not the time to dwell on this.

The most urgent task is to deal with that shadowy figure.

An Qingwan is a Grandmaster, and so is that shadowy figure. It's hard to say who will win.

"Goddess, I'm here to help you!"

Han Peng drew his Thunderclap Blade.

The others also drew their weapons. Dozens of experts gathered together, along with tens of thousands of troops on the periphery and many martial arts masters in the army, forming a formidable fighting force.

But just then, before An Qingwan could speak, Yu Miaozhen spoke first.

"No need."

"No need?"

Han Peng and the others were stunned.

Yu Miaozhen said, "With An Qingwan's strength, she is more than capable of taking down that person."

Han Peng said, "But..."

Yu Miaozhen was just a bit slow-witted, not really stupid. How could she not know what Han Peng and the others were worried about?

It's simply because they feel that An Qingwan has only recently become a Grandmaster, and her strength is not as good as those established Grandmasters. They are afraid that she might accidentally make a mistake, and then the situation would be reversed again.

She smiled slightly.

"Just watch and you'll see. The outcome will be decided soon. I guarantee that person is no match for An Qingwan. He won't even be able to escape."

Will the outcome be decided soon?

Han Peng frowned, about to say a few more words of advice, when he heard Yu Miaozhen say again, "The wind is rising."

The wind has indeed risen.

This is a completely different kind of wind from the fierce wind that the Dao Lord stirred up not long ago.

The wind was gentle, as gentle as a spring breeze.

No.

It's not just similar, it's clearly the same.

When the wind blew, everyone in the wind felt as if they had been moved from the fog-shrouded river to a field full of wildflowers.

The wind is warm.

My body is warm.

Even my heart is warmed.

In such a warm breeze, the water vapor in the air evaporates rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the end, not a drop of mist could be seen on the river, and the surging waves fell silent.

This time, the situation was quite different from that of the Daoist Master. The Daoist Master used his essence, energy, and spirit to directly "freeze" everything around him, while An Qingwan's wind directly calmed the waves.

The river was still flowing, flowing quietly, but the waves were no longer visible. Only the bright moon, the starry sky, and a dark figure standing on the river surface could be seen.

The shadowy figure's movement technique was thus broken.

The shadowy figure's mind was thrown into turmoil.

Of course, he couldn't just do nothing.

"You can't subdue me with these tricks!"

The moment he was caught by countless gazes, he suddenly stepped onto the river surface, like a fish emerging from the water, and then suddenly slapped out with his palm.

This palm strike was originally a weak thunderbolt, yet its power was so great that it could shatter water and split stone.

As his aura surged, the power of his palm strike expanded rapidly, eventually obscuring the sky and the moon, as if transforming into a thick, dark cloud.

This scene made Yu Shen and the others feel a tightness in their chests.

However, this situation did not last long, because at this time An Qingwan made a second move.

A very ordinary action—

Bring your right index and middle fingers together and gently point forward.

In an instant, the hundred or so people standing behind An Qingwan were horrified to discover that all the weapons they held in their hands, tied to their waists, and carried on their backs flew out at that moment.

Knives, spears, swords, halberds...

Eighteen kinds of weapons flew past An Qingwan's left and right sides, forming a huge sword in front of her, which went straight for the black shadow that was waving his palm.

Everything goes too fast.

Many people hadn't even seen where the enormous sword came from before it appeared.

They only saw An Qingwan point her finger, and a magnificent black dragon appeared on the river.

Dragon, a mythical beast.

What would be the outcome if a mortal were to fight against a divine beast?

The moment the shadowy figure saw the black dragon, it sensed something was wrong, but it was too late.

The dragon's roar echoed across the river, and the soaring sword energy left him with no way to avoid it.

He regretted it.

But what in this world can be regretted and undone?

From the moment he chose to move forward instead of fleeing, everything was already destined.

Now, he can only face the black dragon that An Qingwan has unleashed.

That was no ordinary black dragon; it was a black dragon infused with An Qingwan's essence, energy, and spirit, collapsing like a mountain range and toppling like a pillar of heaven.

This sword strike has nothing fancy about it; it's just fast and powerful!

"Ahhh-"

The dark figure roared, as if he had gone mad, unleashing dozens of palm strikes in an instant.

He smashed the first dozen or so weapons, and then the weapons that came next severed his left thumb and forefinger.

He smashed a dozen or so weapons that followed, but the next moment his right hand was shattered.

When he finally smashed all the weapons in front of him, his hands were left with only half of their original size.

But this was far from over. Although the weapon was broken, the fragments remained. The black dragon not only did not disappear, but became even more ferocious.

The shadowy figure stared in terror at the approaching black dragon.

In his decades of life, he had never felt so powerless, never felt so desperate.

He had used all the palm techniques he knew, but in the end, he only slightly slowed down the black dragon's advance and could not change the outcome.

Is this An Qingwan?

Is this the An Qingwan who flew like a fairy under the moonlit night?